#i've spent the whole week kinda brainstormingand well... i hope you hungry for nothing! bone apple teeth!

[brawngp2009]

"From The Shadow" is the second novel from a notorious author Tan Philipson-Choi. Her first book "Beyond The Drift" did not achieve a huge commercial success, however it soon became popular within communities. This book, whilst not being widely accepted by the critics, already has a potential of becoming a motion picture.

@hypersoft-fest week 3: pramanormal romance/detective stories.

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Bono and I were going through the data from one of the previous races, when Shov walked into the office.  “How’s it going?” I asked. “Um… strange, to be honest,” he replied after a pause, “I have got terrible sunburns out of nowhere.” “Well, you are quite pale,” Bono chuckled before I could say anything. He was listening, but his eyes were still glued to the screen. “Yes, but,” Shov took of his branded jacket and straightened his short-sleeved shirt, “this doesn’t looks very normal, does it?” he said showing a bunch of blotchy red spots all over his forearm. Some of them are started to heal and turned brownish, it looked very much like actual burns from the fire, not the sun. “You should see a doctor about this,” I said looking up from Shov’s arm up to his face. Huh. Something else was different. “Where are your glasses?” I asked. Shov and Bono always looked very strange without their glasses. And his eyes looked different too, unusually bright and blue, as if they were glowing from within. Or maybe I just didn’t notice that before. “I don’t know, actually,” Shov patted his pockets as if he could find the glasses there.  “I guess I forgot to put them on in the morning,” he looked around confused. “Did your eyesight get magically fixed overnight?” Bono smirked, looking up from the computer at Shov and me. “That’s interesting. Maybe you have a brain tumor,” he added. “I think I saw something like that on TV”. “That’s very helpful,” Shov looked at Bono quite sternly, “now I also have to worry about a tumor”. “You probably don’t have a tumor,” I tried to reassure him, but it didn’t sound like that at all. Shov and I looked at each other for a moment; somehow I couldn’t stop staring at his face. “We should get to work, actually,” he sighed, looking away first.